Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.